A Christmas Night PoemA Poem by Heath Mindy
If I awoke in the midst of Christmas Night,
And much to my alarm and surely to my fright, I saw a fat man, with milk, dripping from his beard, I'd know in a moment, This man's to be feared! I'd run for my life, and lock up a door, He may be a saint, delivering toys to the poor, But I have no doubt, in my frame of mind, This man is not here, to be very kind! Maybe I'm sensible or full of distrust, Yet I have a feeling , this man, we should bust! If he slid down my chimney from the North Pole, Well he'd have to be skinnier to get through that hole!
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Added on December 14, 2016 Last Updated on December 14, 2016 AuthorHeath MindyGranite Falls, NCAboutI have had an interesting journey of life. I have had many adventures and seasons to reflect on in my meditation discretionary times through out the day. I actually love people and love getting a ch.. more..Writing
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